happy 2nd birthday

Just a post on my blog sayin that it is two years old. I promise to write back as soon as exams are over or maybe sooner. ;)

HARBOUR LINE

After a very tiring industrial visit in Lower Parel, Nadi took us (Chappu, Barack and me) to his home. We were at his place at 4 and after a few minutes of watching t.v, we decided against it as there wasn't anything interesting to watch. At chappu's insistence we started playing carrom and i must admit:"I CAN'T PLAY at ALL".After an hour of playing i realised it was time to go home but was worried about the crowd in the train. The boys decided to stay over till dinner and leave at around 10pm.Being a girl i didn't get the privilege to stay back and had to leave immediately because even though the women's 2nd class compartment is not as bad as general during the RUSH HOURS,it isn't any better either.

So Nadi decided to drop me at Sewri station.We hopped into his car while Chappu and Barack waited for him back home. Nadi gave me directions to the station and the platform and as i bought my ticket i watched the empty Belapur bound train go. Panvel being the last stop has more people getting into that train, i had made up my mind to take a train to Vashi or Belapur,definitely not Panvel. I looked at my watch and then looked at the train coming towards me and guess what, Panvel bound it had to be. I took some seconds to decide whether waiting for 10 more minutes was worth it or reaching home early in a crowded train was. I made my choice , i wanted to go home real soon  NO matter what. There i was inside the train( me and my bag).

I stood in the  aisle and then suddenly a woman sitting in front of me pushed a bit and gave me a place to sit. I thanked her and sat though i felt standing is a lot better than having half yr butt outside the seat. Across the aisle was a woman with her very naughty son.She asked me when Govandi would come. I told her its a station after Kurla and there is a lot of time.I don't travel by train generally. I still  trusted what i just blurted not completely though.The very next thing i did was turn back and check the chart of stations stuck above the door. It was in hindi and the font wasn't very clear. A little straining of my eyes did the trick, I read in my mind Sewri, Wadala Road, GTB Nagar, Chunnabhatti, Kurla, Tilak Nagar, Chembur,Govandi.By now we had crossed Wadala Road.(One ,two, three,four,five,six) I looked at her and said "chheh stations ke baad hai Govandi."

At GTB Nagar and Chunnabhatti there were women who just entered the compartment and pointed at you. At this, you are expected to tell them where you are getting off so that these people can sit. Since i am a Mumbai Girl i understand this semi non-verbal form of communication which is very common in all public transport (viz. Buses and Trains) and promptly replied Vashi. I was a mere spectator to their disappointment as i learned they wanted to get off at Mankhurd which is the station before my destination.

KURLA,according to me is one of the most sinister stations ever known. I had a dislike for this place since forever and i hate it even more now (after we [girl pals] got caught in a stampede on the station over brige , i thought i would never survive that day.) This place has mostly fisher folk enter the train and then your nose goes bonkers with all stale fish and rotting vegetables smell mixed with a pint of sweat from their sticky bodies all culminating into a not so nice fragrance of its kind.

 The people getting in here are mostly illiterate and therefore conclude that any one who even is slightly off balance and falls on them by mistake is out there to hurt them. 

Take for instance this: A woman ( the fisher folk kind) with a whole lot of piercings and super stretched earring holes sitting in the train almost dozing off was slightly nudged by another woman.The nudging being purely due to the inertia of her body against the train which just started moving off the platform of Tilak Nagar. 

This is the dialogue that ensued

FF(fisher woman not exactly coz she had no fish) :"Aare,disat nahi kaaa? Dhakka kyon maari?" Itka zorat mala lagla"

FORTUNATELY THE OTHER WAS MAHARASTRIAN TOO 

OW(other woman) : "oordu nako, (dont shout) me tumahala dhaaka det navhoti, mala phakta hey bag varti thevache aahe." 

FF: "mala lagla, aaree baba"

OW:(to other women) "maine unhe jaan pooch ke nahi maara. Unko thoda sa laga, dekho naa kitna suna rahi hai."

AW: (another woman)"Yeh log aise hi hote hai, aap shaant rahiye, aapki galati nahi hai.Inse mat bhidye"

It was funny but not for them.

After all this we realised we reached Chembur and i asked the woman across the aisle to get ready to get off.She confirmed the station again and took her kid and climbed down after paying Rs. 10 for a  pack of fryams for her son.

At Mankhurd there was a really old lady who entered the train and since i got enough place to sit comfortably from Kurla i decided to give her my seat.I promptly offered her my place and went and stood in the centre soon to be pushed by the Orange Vendor woman. She walked with an air which said"My oranges are the best and the sweetest you can find" she did not bargain and said "Lene ka hai toh le lo,nahi toh jao." 

I looked out of the bogey and  all i could see is the water below, i sensed the end of my journey and after crossing the creek the train came to a sudden halt, i realised my destination is still few minutes away and we had to wait till the signal went green. As soon as the train picked up pace two young girls stood near the door and were discussing their daily routine with pride.

I then saw the white Infotech Park Buildings of the railway station and was all smiles.I felt at home because i was finally HOME.I quickly texted Nadi and thanked him for the fun time we had. I truly enjoyed my chuk chuk gaddi ride on harbour line.

Talking abt fashion

It was just yesterday when i was at my neighbour's place to check my email . I was about to leave when she told me with a kind of disgust or maybe shock ,could have been disappointment too,"you are still wearing a band", (LIVE STRONG) type."Don't you know its soo out of fashion???" I retorted back with " I know , but i m not wearing it  for fashion!Its for a cause , PINK is for breast cancer." 

People indulge in all kinds of fads.The only thing is every thing is short lived.The attention of a consumer is only as long as any regular advertisement on TV.What i fail to understand is why do we have to part take in this kind of a drama.Who judges us and our choice of clothes and accessories.Who are these people to brand something COOL or UNCOOL. Its all about perception. 

India is a free country and everyone is free to do what they feel ,say what they want or wear what they like.So what if its out of fashion. Celebrities donate money not always because it is good to do so.Chances are they might do it because they get publicity for it.

So no matter what u call me - girly , old fashioned or whatever else , i ll still wear my band. :D

And I m back!!

I know its been really long since i last put up a post . I was waiting for my exams to get over but little did i know that the very day my exam gets over my loyal computer will leave my side . The computer technician took days to install the new motherboard and the cabinet , then it was a series of calls to the ISP , THE TECHNICIAN to solve my "COMPUTER-JI's" problem. After which began the wait ,(which ofcourse is the most bugging part) till those people actually came over to check .
Different guys came and did different things to my computer in a bid to get it connected to the internet, they presumed it couldn't be a LAN CARD problem because two new lan cards were installed. They meddled with everything, cut the wire but did not crimp it properly - crimping problem was solved over 3 days (as they didn’t turn up the previous 2 days), finally we got hold of one of the guys to check whether the net problem was due to the lan card and so it was. Again the technician came checked the card, installed a new one which he did after taking my CPU away from me for 2 days. All of this drama took over a month which left me feeling like an orphan for this whole time , I say this because I feel I have adopted WIKIPEDIA , there was a time I used to go up to my parents if I needed to know something but they are human after all and wiki is a know-it-all.
Dear WIKI ,orkut ,all my mailboxes and last but not the least my blog , I missed u all soo much .I cant believe i lived without the internet for over a whole month. IT JUST FEELS GREAT TO BE BACK.... WOOO HOOO!!!!!!!!!

BATS

I penned this down somewhere in mid october 2007 , I was up late at night studying for my forth coming examinations and that is when i noticed something stir up the silence , outside . This is what i saw through my window ...






When the lights go out ,
In the dark of the night,
This creepy creature -
Comes into foresight.
On trees it looks so small and fragile ,
But when it flies , it is super agile .

From branch to branch and tree to tree;
It moves so swiftly though it cant see.

It cries in frequencies we cannot hear ,
the sight of it just makes us fear .

It cuts through the silence and creates a din
Ignoring it seems like such a sin.

Alas! it has flown away,
The serenity is here to stay .

That was a BAT ,
caught in its act .

GOD LOVES U

Sunday mass can be awkward , weird, inspiring ,insightful ,thought provoking,mind boggling or just plain boring or may be just something you might agree or disagree with , if you are paying attention and listening .Every sermon given by the priest will generate one of the above reactions.

God has his ways of connecting to you . YES , YOU!! I have observed it and it has worked for me .Sometimes the signs are subtle , the blink and miss type and sometimes they are really LOUD and clear . Quite a few times , I have been bothered by issues which maybe dont even count now , but then they were matters which MATTERED then . SO ,yes i was worried and anxious about things I dont even remember now. As I type this i m trying to recollect but in vain . I remember clearly ,I went for mass with my mind cluttered with all that crap and suddenly the priest gives references to something pertaining to what i was worried about .( I swear i cant remember what it is ) and ohh, all of a sudden my ears stick up and I actually listen to the remaining sermon quite attentively and yea , my heart feels lighter and the mind is free.

I am amazed how this happens , it cant be mere coincidences. I read somewhere that "IF something happens once , it might not necessarily happen again , but if it happens for the second time , be sure it will happen for the third time ."I ve got my answers more than once ,during Sunday Mass. I believe there are answers to our questions everywhere .Its just a matter of looking around and taking note of all that is happening around you . You can get lost in the hustle-bustle of the city but the more observant you are ,the more startling revealations will be and they 'll get you to hilarious incidents to cherish.

So next time you feel low, go to the church/temple or just about anywhere, the local market,a garden , take a walk to the mall -go on a shopping spree(if it works for u ),binge eat , listen to music and if nothing works out GO TO SLEEP and you just might wake up with the realization that GOD LOVES YOU , and you problem might look insignificant , just be POSITIVE ...it helps ..Have a GOOD DAY

THATS THE WAY IT IS

I AM DIFFERENT ,oh yes , i really am ,trust me !! Different than most other girls my age . When they are busy matching accessories to clothes and right shade of lipstick to their shoes , I , am busy on my own trip.

I have made my choices in life and some pretty tough ones . I always detest being like anyone else on the face of this earth. I am different only because i choose to be that way. I realized this when i went ahead and took admission for a course no one had even heard of .The fact of the matter is that it is a new course and not everyone is ready to risk their career for the sake of individuality . SECURITY and MONEY are the things that people look for in a potential career option.

I m not just mere flesh and blood. I m more of soul , the spirit of the person is more important to me than the brand he/she sports or the mascara she wears or the deo he sprays. Some people cant digest my attitude but i like being this way. My being this way has gotten me into trouble at times .I have been snubbed at by people .I dont say that the choices i have made were always right . Life is about making mistakes and rectifying them , SO WHY BE AFRAID ..

They say , "A person is known for the choices he /she makes " .SO be different , be bold , be crazy, be weird , just be yourself and stand by your ideas and conviction , coz if u aint convinced no one else will be .
Its your faith in yourself that will see you though difficult times , the people around you are just characters of a play who will leave the stage when they finish playing their part ,but its you who has to move forward , the show must go on and there are no two ways about it .
That's really the way it is ........